Sally, schoolteacher - epistemological dependence

The alarm clock was blaring. Sally rolled over and checked the clock.

6:13! Shit, she was gonna be late for work! She hurriedly sat up in bed.

Sally glanced around the room. The alarm was going off. 6:14! Shit, she was gonna be late! She started to stand when she heard Marcus's voice from the bathroom. "You ok, hon? Your alarm's been going off for like twenty minutes."

She stared at the open bathroom door. Her alarm had been going off for like twenty minutes. She checked the time and - shit! she was gone be late for work!

Marcus walked out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist. He looked concerned. "Are you alright?"

Marcus was standing in front her, a look of alarm on his face. He reached over and switched off the alarm. "Sal, you're scaring me. What's wrong?"

She was scaring him. She didn't want to scare him, but she didn't know why she was scaring him. "I don't want to scare you..." she said meekly.

Marcus put his hands on her shoulders and sat her down. "It's ok, just work with me here. Do you know what day it is?"

She was sitting on the bed. Marcus was looking at hey expectantly. She was scaring him. She didn't want to scare him.

Marcus was starting to panic. Something was clearly wrong with his wife. He thought that maybe she was having a stroke, or a mental breakdown. "Ok, stay with me, hon. I'm calling 911."

Marcus was sitting on the bed next to her, holding his phone. He was calling 911. "I'm scaring you. You're calling 911."

Before he could dial the numbers, Marcus paused. There was something weird going on here. He slowly put the phone down. "Sal, what am I doing right now?"

Marcus was sitting on the bed. He had asked her a question. "You're dialing 911."

Marcus was sitting on the bed, a look of dawning comprehension on his face.